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Adventures of the Christmas tree toy

Dau -Matiz - 4000 winter kilometers
In the New Year's bustle, another snowdrift appeared on the filled with fluffy snowy editorial parking lot - so small, small. And under it - something golden ...
Opinions were divided. Some assured that this was only a funny Christmas tree toy from Santa Claus, others claimed that the subject found was a full -fledged machine. The accounting department made clarity, saying that from now on on the Zarulevsky balance there is a Daewoo Matiz car (Dau Matiz), for which 202,000 rubles were paid. 22 kopecks. Why bought? There is an increased demand for a Tavria substitute and a reasonable price - how not to be interested in? Therefore, it is strictly forbidden to hang a novelty on Christmas trees, and must be driven into the tail and mane, so that it benefits. Here you are, gentlemen, testers, keys and documents - experience ...
On the street - frost under thirty, and the machine is Uzbek ... In general, we are a little familiar with it (ZR, 2002, No. 2; 2003, No. 2) - a three -cylinder motor with a volume of 796 cm and with a capacity of 36 kW/49 liters. With. I must carry five people and disperse the toy to 144 km/h. The equipment, let's say, is average with mirrors adjustable from the cabin, electric windows, but without confectionery. And what about - maybe we'll wait for summer?
Let me warm up in Matiz!
U! How now she is surrounded by a baptismal cold!
A. S. Pushkin
- The car in Russia should: the first - start without problems, the second - to have an excellent stove! - said somehow a well-known editorial skeptic.
Through the frozen Matiz, which was frozen through the interior, we involuntarily look for the shortcomings - the ice door was barely opened, it was dark inside ... Now the starter will lazily and the indicators will fade - a ten -day parking under a snowdrift, while the purchase, and even with the alarm turned on, does not pass for nothing. However, at the very first turns, the motor wound up.
Uh -huh, but now we’ll turn on everything that we need - the close headlight of the headlight, the heater of the rear window, the fan, the wipers, the receiver - and we will go home for Moscow cork: a dozen kilometers in an hour and a half we should be offered. Do you spend it, dear, in the courtyard-with Lada, Muscovites and homeless people, and in the morning we will dig up you again: will your frail battery be said to 35 ampere hours?
But in the morning, the desire to pick up somewhere evaporated, replacing a long-forgotten sense of confidence. The baby’s energy balance was beyond praise - from the very first second in the most difficult conditions of short city jogging under the maximum number of consumers turned on, she invariably responded to the turning of the key with the cheerful chirping of a three -cylinder motor. At the same time, after a couple of minutes, it blew warmly from the deflectors, and after twenty minutes after about twenty jackets, fur coats and hats invariably flew into the back seat. Involuntarily pulled to exploits.
Next Saturday, the Christmas tree toy crawled out of the snowdrift and for the first time in my life crossed the MKAD border ...
Matiz abroad ...
Honestly, despite the impeccable behavior in the capital, some concern was still. Therefore, the first sorties decided to make short - no further than 300 km from the house. In which case, colleagues will save. However, salvation was not required.
Having reached Torzhok three hours to Torzhok, Matiz finally rave. Lazis in steep streets, unfolds in snowy courtyards and drinks, without snacking, Tver gasoline. Only once, when a playful golden muzzle wanted to look at the next temple, an unpleasant rattle came from under the bottom - a deep icy track decided to test the defense of the crankcase for strength.
Trips to the weekend came to the taste of Matiz - Optina of deserts and Kozelsk followed Torzhok, then - Vladimir and Bogolyubovo. The last trip can be safely called decisive: Minus 37 is, you know ... The hand that grabbed a metal -refueling pistol without a glove has left after frostbite. The Uzbek also got: when slamming the rear door, a plastic decorative triangle fell off her - probably cringed from the cold. However, the interior hit the interior quickly returned the former appearance, but there were no other complaints. The same instant launch of the motor - and Tashkent in the cabin. Unless with prolonged operation at idle speed, the temperature indicator slop slowly slides from the middle of the scale to about a quarter ... But it was very cold outside.
It seemed that having measured for more than two thousand kilometers in a couple of weeks, you acquire the moral right to share the first impressions of the Christmas toy with the reader. But then a large boss intervened:
- If this is a car, then let him drive! In mileage - and immediately!
Yes with pleasure! And not on the inhabited highway, but in the real province - without cellular communications, motorways and programs of Russian radio ...
To the village, in the wilderness ...
In the big city you can see more, and in a small one - hear more.
Jean Cocteau
Already on the approaches to Pereslavl -Zalessky (120 km from Moscow), doubts awakened again - where did we suffer? The fact is that strong frosts suddenly retreated (just minus 15!), And therefore, instead of a hard frozen coating under the wheels of Matiz, there was a porridge prepared according to the recipes of local road workers - in each county its own. The kid tries with all his might and he succeeds - the studded Taganka M -275 155/70R13 keeps a good way. However, in some places you go in the glider mode-after all, the roads should be cleaned, and not try to melt the snow where it fell. Sorry - it was painful ...
Through Yaroslavl - the course: Matiz literally sinks in the mud and does not want to linger here. On the stroke around Danilov, we find the desired turn left - to the green. Other cooks were preparing porridge here, and it is not so nasty. Feasts. In the distance, a dark silhouette similar to a cow is selected on the road. Oh, moose! And there is another one!
Matiz liked the moose - in his homeland he did not see them. It gets dark quickly, and our Christmas tree toy receives another plusk: for headlights. There is a minus - the instrument shield is reflected in the side glass, and this is not good.
Six in the evening: we drive into the Poshekhonya (on the maps of previous times - Poshekhonya -Volodarsk).
Back, but not to the future
The province is a place where, after sunset, an unmarried person has nothing to do.
From Polish humor
- Hotel? And here - through the bridge, through another, and there you will see such a building ...
Lord, do we have Matiz or a time machine? The dark corridor, a lonely light on the wires, painted with blue oil paint of the wall - brr ... Price - 125 re from the nose - had, but everything else ... looked at each other: we went to a big city.
Eight in the evening - before us Rybinsk, aka Shcherbakov, aka Andropov at different periods of Russian history. Having broken, we find a hotel ... Over the fifty RE, our baby is given a place right in front of the entrance.
We try to start the morning with water procedures - a plague matisa needs to be washed for photography. Ha ha ha ... we can hardly find the current sink-the boys missed work and give the toy the right look for 70 rubles.
We go to Uglich ... In the summer we would cross through the Volga on the Myshkinsky ferry, but how is it now? Preliminary walks on the Internet did not add optimism - it turns out that the Uglich crossing has been closed since 2002. We'll have to go already to Kalyazin, and there ... It's a shame: Myshkin - here he is, on the other side of the river. The mood begins to deteriorate.
In addition, the road, as it were to say this ... In general, somewhere for Okhotino from the sides began to approach trees and snowdrifts, and virgin lands were felt under the wheels. A few minutes later we stopped in a dense forest. Bears and other pretty creatures are probably found here ...
There is no way to turn around - we will back with disgrace. In the mirror we see the headlights - UAZ 469 is approaching us. We wave our hands and ask, how long such a road stretches?
- Well no! - Smiles the driver of the UAZ, - Three kilometers.
- So?
- But then there is no road at all! You need to return to 20 kilometers and turn to a new village - you will go there ...
The man did not deceive - in the middle of the day we enter Uglich. Finally, a normal city - with pretty houses, New Year trees, ice figures in the square.
- Are You from Moscow? - the local stove -maker is interested. - I’m moving to you - there is a lot of orders. But there is no road to Kalyazin - it was necessary through Yaroslavl ... Where are you going?
We explain that, in fact, to Myshkin, but since the crossing in Uglich is closed ...
- How is it closed? No one closed it - your writers lie. There she is, dam - go!
After a couple of hours we are in Myshkin. For the sake of interest, we go down to the river - and not in vain. The ferry, of course, does not work - the ice on the Volga reached the meter thickness, but in front of us is a long area with open water. The fishermen inhaled the holes, under the weight of the snow, the ice sagged, the water protruded half a meter out - all this was explained to us by the Myshkinites. And there are hanging up the milestones, and on the other side there are UAZ and Bukhanka - now they will go here. Yeah - let's go!
The spectacle is spectacular. Cars jump on ice blocks, then dive into the water and, finally, crawl out onto land. Matiz also moved on the ice, but he refused to storm the Volga: Allogonsk on this shore, so - let's go.
Nekuz, Soskovo, October, Red Hill, Khabotskoye ... Not so far from the avenues and the yellow lights of Moscow or St. Petersburg, but what an abyss shares these settlements of Russia! But there are also others - the headlights of Matiz grab the lonely silhouettes of grandmothers with buckets from roadside darkness, doomed to crash somewhere among the abandoned houses and skeletons of temples. Under the wheels, all the same unpredictable abomination - the porridge is unexpectedly replaced by huge cobblestones that forgot to sift, pouring sand onto the road. Fortunately, over the past half a day, two dozen oncoming cars and a couple of passing, which helped to get to the goal without excesses came across.
At seven o’clock in the evening we enter Vesyegonsk - the farthest point of the route. The hotel is all - a copy of Poshekhonskaya, but there is no choice. Silence on the dark streets seems absolute and indisputable. Cell phones are inactive - how to call home? A goal for inventions is cunning - discovering a tower sticking out near the sleeping post office, we make a joyful discovery: a few meters from it appears a weak signal for a couple of divisions ...
Without salt tastier
As a verse without a thought in a fashionable song
The road is winter smooth.
A. S. Pushkin
After yesterday's obstacle strip, the road to Ustyuzhn seems to be an autobahn. Either salt ended in the road workers, or they never used it here, but a dense compacted coating merging in color with snow -white fields caused a sense of relief. Matiz easily runs in the fifth gear and is not even offended by the fact that instead of a parquet under it is a typical washing board. However, after Pestov, the white coating is replaced by habitual dirt, and oncoming trucks are striving to form in half on steep slopes. The same is in Borovichi. But the mood is excellent - we will be in Valdai for three hours, and there it’s a stone's throw to the house.
A person suggests, but the Almighty has ... Literally a couple of kilometers from the M10 highway on the right by the snowy lake, the domes of some kind of temple flashed in the sun - this is the Iverian monastery. We make our way along a narrow jumper between two lakes and on a pontoon bridge frozen in the ice - beauty ... and the time spent does not seem lost at all.
Everything, now - home. Under the wheels, almost pure asphalt - cheers! The speedometer arrow climbs 120 and ... after twenty kilometers, we get into the tail of a long-portable cork.
After an hour and a half of waiting, patience bursts - we turn around and go for a bite. In the nearest cafe we \u200b\u200blearn from truckers: the blockage (nine cars!) Formed due to the accident will be cleared only after four to five hours. It turns out that the most reasonable is to spend the night in Valdai. A beautiful double room in a roadside motel with hot water, a TV and other civilization benefits costs 640 rubles. Below - a shop, a cafe, a sauna - not without reason there are so many drivers from Finland ...
Without fifteen four in the morning we will start - it would be nice to get home before hundreds of trucks spending along the highway. The last time we refue to Klin and about nine in the morning we cross the Moscow Ring Road: Moscow! For 72 hours of run, 2050 km has passed and 137 liters of 92nd gasoline were burned. Average consumption - 6.7 l/100 km.
What is wrong with us?
So that Matiz does not become ill with a mania of greatness, we set out below all the negative features of the character we have inherited.
In the cold, he does not want to harden the master of the driver's door - he has to help him with the key. The cabin is dark - the doors are not equipped with end switches. The cover of the glove-luminous box does not understand the polite circulation and is slammed only with a fist. The branded alarm, despite the adjustment, periodically begins to respond to cats - you will have to contact the service a second time. The side glasses of both rear doors freeze in the frost - despite the fact that the cabin is very hot. The car is quite noisy - the roar of the motor is well heard, and the suspension cannot be called velvet. The fuel consumption could be smaller - the December -Yansvar appetites ranged from 5.9 l/100 km in suburban expanses up to 7.8 liters in Moscow jams. And I did not like too short the lower front seats. Different -caliber wiper brushes do not cause enthusiasm: you need to change - you will have to buy two sets or overpay for branded Matizovsky.
Such a list of disadvantages will cause natural irritation of many owners of brand new vases or gases, concerned about oil leakage, replacing clamps, non -working stoves and unwillingness of motors to start at temperatures natural for Russia. Well, maybe in Matiz, something will fall off soon - then we will find out what the price of a guarantee for five years or 100,000 km of run ...
A few words about the dimensions of the salon - its five -monthness must be perceived philosophically. Indeed, three passengers easily sit at the back, without pushing the knees of the sitting in front, but if all three are in short fur coats, it will become a little crowded.
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Those who stubbornly consider Matiz as a Christmas toy can make a beautiful gesture and present such a toy as a gift to their beloved woman - at least for the New Year, at least on March 8th. Let him hang on a Christmas tree, puts on a shelf or just go for his pleasure. And sometimes lets you play ...

Getting ready for filming.

Pontone crossing on Valdai.

Crossing the Volga in the area of \u200b\u200bMyshkin along the teeth only by UAZs.

The tank is small - 35 liters. However, the supply of more than 450 kilometers.

A typical village in the outback - neither people nor cars.

The Volga managed to force the dam in Uglich.

Almost according to Jack London - white silence and ... our Matiz.

Well, how can I can pass the Iversky monastery?
Text / Mikhail Kolodochkin, Vadim Kryuchkov
Photo / Vadim Kryuchkov

Source: The magazine "Driving"